breathe in, breathe out
i’m going to west virginia this weekend and i just have one thing to say to myself as i scramble to finish my work and prepare:
chill the f$#k out.
a second ago i went to send something in campus mail. i was being a good girl and getting my work done, but i was distracted, and forgot to bring the address with me from my office.
i decided to ask the front deskperson for his directory, which was a brilliant maneuver, but i couldn’t remember the word directory, and i was in the middle of eating a cookie, so my timing was a little off.
i ended up doing that little “oops! i’m chewing” hand gesture, and then stammered: “can i borrow your… um… address… finding… tool?”
at which point i cracked up laughing.
he laughed as well, and it seemed genuine, but he looked at me a little strangely as he handed over the book.
a few minutes earlier we had engaged in a discussion about grapefruit.
“is that like the way a garbage man is a sanitation engineer?” he asked.
“yeah,” i grinned. “we should make it an official name badge.”
he smiled and nodded, and i looked up my address.
i escaped without raising too much suspicion, but it was a bit close for comfort.
hopefully i can make it through the small remainder of the day.